Friday, 29 July 2016

FREEBIE From Dylan Quinn Called Gemini

Title: Gemini

Author: Dylan Quinn

Genre: NA Urban Fantasy Romance

Blurb: Twin Souls. One Sacrifice.

Northwestern University senior Zoe Adams has spent her fifth incarnation on the run. Abused and abandoned by those she once trusted, Zoe turns her back on a duty her soul accepted lifetimes ago to focus on a music career in this one. Until her Gemini's untimely arrival forces Zoe to choose between a love she can't remember and a life she's always dreamed of.

Cade Adams has waited twenty-one years to reclaim his beloved soul mate, but his elation is short lived. As Zoe struggles to let go of her human life, demons from Cade and Zoe's past threaten the Gemini, and they find themselves living on borrowed time.

The Tree of Souls is empty, and only the Eternal Sacrifice can refill it. Is forgotten love worth dying for, or is five incarnations more than one soul can take? With more than just the fate of their reunion at stake, love becomes an Eternal Sacrifice Zoe and Cade may not escape.

Since sneak reading her first big girl romance at the age of eleven, Dylan's been addicted to Happily Ever Afters. Playing pretend with swoon-worthy book boyfriends and their strong leading ladies often keeps Dylan sleep deprived, though she seldom complains about dreaming in dialogue.

With juxtaposed interests, Dylan writes it all ~ Character driven romance in NA, YA and adult, from sticky sweet to taboo heat ~ Urban Fantasy to Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense. Nothing's off limits.

When she's not writing guilty pleasures, Dylan plays stage mom to her daydreamer offspring in the Midwest. This Music fangirl goes nowhere without her beats and playlists. She has an affinity for Moscato and chocolate-covered strawberries. Dreams of singing on the Voice with Adam and Christina, and fantasizes about getting trapped in Mystic Falls with Damon Salvatore.

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Cade

While I held Zoe, every nerve woke from its slumber. My heartbeat increased and a hum of energy surged through me. Just being near her was intoxicating.

I craved to kiss her lips, but I wouldn't. Not until she sought me to.

Until her body spoke to me.

"So what can you tell me?" She asked. "What's the plan?"

"The plan is you get to know me. The way all relationships develop." I released her just enough to look into her eyes. "We spend time together, and your heart will answer the rest. And when you so choose, I’m yours—heart and soul."

Although in time, she would understand that I already was.

"What's the catch? Other than giving up my life here? I need all the information if I'm going to make a decision this important."

"There’s a reason you can’t be privy to all the secrets of this life. This must be a decision based on your soul. No logic can go into choosing love."

Her eyes narrowed, and her irritation returned.

"Well in case you've missed the past millennium, people today don't just fall in love overnight. Life's not a Disney movie."

She pulled away, and I let her go.

Zoe was right. Unions in modern times were complicated. Raz said there were many variables humans took into account when choosing a mate, and Zoe, although the same soul, had different experiences during each incarnation. I couldn’t force her to love me or to choose our life together, as much as I wanted to.

Each of her lives was a lesson for me as well—in relinquishing control. All I could do was trust in her heart and our love. Trust her soul would return to me.

"Humanity is about choice. I would never force you to love me. And I would never choose my happiness over yours, but yes. I am hoping your heart will choose me."

Her breathing slowed, and her lips parted slightly, just enough to send my heart racing.

My Gemini mark began to pulsate. To burn.

I needed to kiss her.

She needed to kiss me.

After thousands of years loving Zoe, I could read her body as if it were my own.

Searching for what Raz called her tells, I first regarded her eyes. They were always the most expressive. They danced between mine and my mouth. Her breaths became shallow. A pink flush spread across her cheeks as she inched toward me, shifting nervously between her feet.

Should I try? Part of me was unsure, but my body betrayed my wits.

I’d waited twenty-one years for this moment.

I could wait no longer.

I moved toward her, inhaling her sweet scent, and rid the space between us.

Her eyes grew wider, and her lips parted. Waiting. I could hear her heart pulsing rapidly.

Her body gave her answer.

"My greatest desire is for you to find happiness." I stepped closer, picked up a long strand of her dark locks and tucked it behind her ear. Running my fingers along her jaw, I whispered across her cheek.

"You have no memory of a life before this."

I gently grasped her chin, stroked her bottom lip with my thumb, and edged toward her.

"But I've seen our life together."

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, our lips now fractions apart.

Her eyes never left mine, and her body trembled in my arms.

"And I will always. Choose us."

Her breath breezed across my cheek as I pressed my lips to hers. Soft. Gentle. Trembling beneath mine. The tingling sensation I’d missed so much returned, running rampant throughout my body.

I pulled back, not more than a centimeter, to gauge her response.

Her eyes remained closed, lips parted. Waiting for my return.

I brushed a kiss gently, then deeper into her.

She allowed me to explore her soft lips. They parted further still, and I edged my way in, exploring her sweet mouth.

An intense force rushed through my veins, to my chest and arms. Her life force burned within every muscle. My body that longed for her was now alive from her touch.

Zoe fell into my embrace, letting go of all the tension she'd been holding. She enfolded her arms around my neck, pressed her chest against mine, and gently tugged at my hair. Her hands ran down my cheeks, then to my shoulders and waist.

She pressed her kiss deeper into mine, soft at first, then fervently, as if this was our last.

One block at a time, her wall was crumbling—the pain replaced with a longing for our love. Soon, her memories would resurface, and I would have my Chayah back. Our souls Converged as one.

Zoe broke our kiss, pulled back and gulped a breath of air. She opened her eyes, her body still quaking in my arms. A minute passed. Her gaze drifted up, and a single tear slid down her cheek.

"It's you," she whispered.

I placed my hands on her face, held her cheeks gently, and gazed into her emerald eyes.

“It's me."

Book Blitz For Ellie Key's Blackguard Hunters Series

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Five hot and steamy romances.

Ten lives changed

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When Brian was thinking about who he would need for the mission he was assigned, he knew Trig was the first person to call. His Marine Corps brother would be there for him no matter what was needed.

The second on Brian’s short list was a guy that saved his ass in a bar in Ireland. The Cuban born, dark-brown-skinned male had stood out in the crowd. The women seemed to flock around the guy after hearing him speak his order for a set of shots, the hostess’ phone number, and a beer for the lady that was walking to the restroom. The woman’s sway of her hips had become more pronounced as the bartender snorted. At the time, Brian had shaken his head at the antics of the women and the response they had to the man. It was that response that had saved Brian’s life.

Brian and a mammoth-sized giant had gotten into a heated argument about soccer. Both had been drinking and quite possibly had downed one too many Guinnesses before arguing the same damn point. Thomas “Hounder” Madison had gotten one of the “lassies” that had been hanging on his every word to distract the big man with her “massive melons.” Those were Hounder’s words, not Brian's.

The woman walked up to the “Mass Tech,” grabbed his hand, and slapped that huge paw of his under her shirt. When she began to react to his flicking thumb, the Samoan’s attention remained on her and Hounder walked Brian right out the front door. It wasn’t until later in the evening that Brian realized he’d left the case he’d been carrying at the bar. That was a sure sign that he’d had too much to drink. Brian never left signs that he’d been present in any area, not even his home. He knew he had to rectify that oversight. Prepping himself for the fight of his life, he was surprised to learn when he'd returned to the bar that the staff of the bar were looking for a way to carry the then-dead Samoan out of the building.

It was in that moment that he understood who he was dealing with. Brian would later learn that, Hounder, the former Army Ranger, was also a consultant that handled sticky situations. “Mass Tech,” the Samoan, was one of the most wanted “pimps” in the area. He ran a prostitution ring that also used some of the women to traffic drugs in and out of the country, dead and alive. The Samoan had apparently pissed off the wrong person, or the wrong person’s daughter was initiated because the Samoan and several of his associates were coughing up dirtballs that night. Hounder, the Cuban Killer, had been called in to “take care of things,” which explained why the man was no more. The sound of Hounder’s voice brought him back to the present.

“Ghost, you have got to stop denying the truth.”

“What truth?” Brian stopped his brisk, forward pace, placed one hand over his chest and the other on Hounder’s shoulder causing the other man to stop as well. “Are you finally coming out of the closet?”

“Shut the fuck up. You know I enjoy the … canal. The boat that rides along it is not my speed.”

Isabelle’s short, dark brown hair floated around her ears as she chuckled. She brought up the rear of the group. “That boat probably only strokes the surface. No person could get a good ride out of that thing. I feel sad for your conquests. I hope that’s not the reason they call you Hounder.”

Hounder stepped a little closer to Brian before whispering, “Are you sure she’s integral to the team dynamic?”

“Oh snap, two big words for Madison, y’all. Integral and dynamic were used and in the correct manner. We have to mark a calendar.”

The jovial, masculine voice belonged to the one they called Charlie Boy. He was one of the youngest of the new recruits. He’d only been in the area for two days, so he wasn’t included on any of their recent ops. The team needed to make sure he was ready. The “Golden Boy” looked too well-kempt for Brian’s good. He looked too clean, innocent, and green. Brian didn’t feel right getting the boy’s hands dirty. His short dark hair and smaller build on his solid frame said he still had some work to do before he was allowed out in the field. For now, he was helping Proph with research.

Shockingly enough, Hounder didn’t verbally respond. He just gave the kid a hand gesture. It didn’t stop the kid from continuing to talk shit to the other team members. On their way up, the four of them stated they wanted to do a walkthrough of the offices upon arriving. Brian had a feeling that was going to be put on hold for a few. The additional cars in the lot and around the building said the rest of the team was there, even if not in the offices. He and the other four were walking through the area making observations of the space when a beautiful woman walked out of one of the three grand-scale offices.

“Well, hello there, beautiful. My apologies for staring, but looking at you makes me tongue tied and stupefied.” Hounder leaned in to kiss her hand.

Isabelle rolled her beautiful, crystal blue eyes and almost missed the woman’s response. The woman spin-chopped Hounder’s chest then pressed her leg into his groin as she pushed him into a wall.

“Hello there, handsome. I’m Lieutenant Commander Wellsie Sharp and if you’re working here then you and I will be working together. One thing you should know is that the men I lay with know how to follow orders while still being a man. If you want this, then you need to prove to me that you can be that man, big boy. All this sexy won’t—I do mean won’t—settle for less. Sergeant Major Wallace, I’ll see you in twenty. Have fun boys and lady.”

Wellsie Sharp was the owner of that jasmine oil scent. Her creamy, caramel brown skin and dark brown eyes shined with a softness only she could carry off. Her dark brown, loose curls were wild on this day and fell around her shoulders. Her petite, but well-filled-out frame caused men to underestimate her strength. It was something she used to her advantage on a regular basis. She had assets that filled her out in all of the right places. He was a guy. He wouldn’t be that one if he didn’t notice. Brian began to inform the only other male in the room who didn’t know who she was just who the woman was that had hemmed him up.

“Staff Sergeant Madison, you’ve just met the latest addition to the crew and ...”

“The woman that is about to set my life right. I cannot believe she’s been walking the face of the earth and I didn’t know it.”

“Cool your jets there, Tommy. I think we need to discuss the rules of the office.”

“Cut the shit, B. There are no rules. It’s been no-holds-barred, dick-swinging-meets-battle-royale around these parts. You just brought puss one and dangled it like a doggy treat in front of a horny, rabid dog. This shit’s not going to be pulled back any time soon. You might as well step out of the way and let the chips fall where they may. Tell me I can’t go after that and you are just going to make it worse. Let it ride, B.”

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Ellie Keys is an author of contemporary romance, paranormal romance and mystery. She spends a great deal of her time lending her unrelenting pen to the voices that have taken over her mind. The characters that readers will find in her works have a demanding nature. Ellie is thrilled to be able to share the stories from the wealth of works that she has created.

She lives in Georgia with her son. Her loves outside of writing are reading a good book and losing herself in a great movie. Inspiration comes from everything around her. There is a great deal in store for lovers of romance and suspense seekers. She invites you to follow her via social media.

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Book Blitz For Donna Cumming's Bad Ex Karma

Bad Ex Karma

by Donna Cummings

Genre: Romantic Comedy
Cover Designer: Carrie Peters at Cheeky Covers

Release Date: June 8, 2016

The dating gods must be crazy.

I'd thought my five-year anniversary would include a fancy dinner, some great sex, and maybe fending off a marriage proposal. Instead, it was the worst sex ever, and at the restaurant, my boyfriend broke up with me.

It's like I've been cursed with Bad Ex Karma. Whenever I try to date a new guy, he ends up with a concussion or a trip to the ER.

My internal "disaster consultants", the What Ifs, completely missed the clues leading to the breakup, so now they're working overtime to protect me from another potential heartbreak. My two best friends set me up on dates while assuring me it won't put men on the endangered species list.

There's one man who seems completely immune to the curse: a sexy chef named Jonathan. He keeps popping up in my life, and he stirs up the most delicious feelings. Maybe Bad Ex Karma isn't such a bad thing after all. . .

When we arrived at Jonathan's place, a lovely old Victorian house just a short drive away, I expected we'd dash inside, like impatient couples in the movies, leaving a trail of clothing behind as we raced to the bedroom.

But I'd forgotten about Jonathan's penchant for taking his time. He helped me out of his car and then kept my hand in his as we walked up the steps to his house. Inside, we stopped for a moment in the living room while he turned on a couple of lamps, giving the room a romantic ambiance.

"Have a seat. Get comfy."

I looked around, enjoying the warm yet cozy surroundings, and saw a leather couch that looked extremely inviting. Still, I chuckled. Men and their leather. I guess it’s a remnant of those long-ago cavemen days. I settled in, letting my shoes drop to the floor before tucking my legs underneath me.

Jonathan loosened his tie, and then took it off entirely, tossing it onto a nearby table. He untucked his shirt and started unbuttoning it, until he saw that I was watching.

"Don't stop now," I teased. "I'm pretty sure I've got a few singles in my purse I can tuck somewhere for a tip."

He laughed and headed into the kitchen. "I'll get us some wine. Anything you prefer?"

"Surprise me."

His appreciative chuckle made me ultra-tingly everywhere again. It was possible that nerves were playing a part here, since I didn't know exactly when we'd be heading to the bedroom. But I wasn't about to get derailed now.

"What’s your favorite wine?" I asked. "And none of this ‘it changes all the time’ stuff."

"I usually go with Cabernet."

"I knew it! Men always go for the big beefy wines."

"Why do you say that?" He ambled into the living room, two goblets in one hand, and a bottle of a very expensive Cab in the other.

I grinned. "It has something to do with size, like it always does."

"That's what you think, huh?" His eyes twinkled as he poured a glass of the most beautiful red wine I'd ever seen and handed it to me. "Well, I happen to like Cabernet because of its complexity. It takes a while to uncover all the layers. It starts with one thing, but then something else comes to the surface. You can spend hours discovering all its secrets."

I gulped. He wasn't just talking about wine, was he?

"Looks like Cabernet might be my favorite now too."

"I thought it might." He leaned down and kissed me, slowly, leisurely, letting me know we had all the time in the world. It was the most hypnotic kiss, the most delicious wine I’d ever tasted. I didn't want either of them to end.

He finally stepped away, setting the bottle and his glass on the coffee table. "I'll be right back."

I heard him moving around in the kitchen, and then it sounded like he was opening and shutting cupboards. The next thing I knew—

"Are you making popcorn?"

"I am."

In a few minutes Jonathan returned with a giant bowl of salted buttery heaven and settled himself next to me.

I couldn't keep from grinning. "Looks like foreplay has changed a lot in the past five years."

"Don't worry." He picked up his wine glass and clinked it against mine. "We'll get you all caught up."

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Donna Cummings has worked as an attorney, a winery tasting room manager, and a retail business owner, but nothing beats the thrill of writing humorously-ever-after romance.

She resides in New England but fantasizes about spending the rest of her days in a tropical locale, wearing flip flops year-round, or in Regency London, scandalizing the Ton.

She can usually be found on Twitter talking about writing and coffee, and on Facebook talking about coffee and writing.

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Thursday, 28 July 2016

Release Blitz For Tamara Rose Blodgett's Death Blinks

Title: Death Blinks

Series: Death Series #8

Author: Tamara Rose Blodgett

Genre: Dark Dystopian Romance

Release Date: July 28

Paxton Hart has used his ability to escape the grasp of the Sanction Police, who want him for the illegal import of the undead.

From a parallel plane.

Unfortunately, Pax has blinked the entire group to an earth more corrupt than his own, where the undead serve the living in illicit sex trade, and cyborg-human hybrids are slowly taking over humanity.

When Deegan and her zombie, Mitchell, become separated from Paxton during a recent blink, they find themselves in a world where soldiers have a form of blinking they call Reflection.

Reflective Lance Ryan pronounces himself judge and jury as he discovers that Deegan has more than Affinity for the Dead, but the dangerous Atomic ability.

Deegan just wants to find her family and return to their earth before the Reflectives can punish her for an ability she can't help having—and doesn't want.

As the group finds one other, a new reality of fertility and danger rears its head. Do the women stay where they can conceive children who are so rare and risk their lives? Or do they return to an earth where certain persecution awaits them, and a lifetime of barrenness?

Should Deegan put Mitchell to rest? Or will he become more than anyone thought possible? Including her.

The Death Series Books #1-6 form a complete series.

Books #6-8 consist of a spin of series. The initial series does not need to be read to enjoy the second half of the Death Series.

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Tamara Rose Blodgett: happily married mother of four sons. Dark fiction writer. Reader. Gardner. Dreamer. Home restoration slave. Coffee addict. Digs music.

She is also the New York Times Bestselling author of A TERRIBLE LOVE, written under the pen name, Marata Eros, and over eighty-five other titles, to include the #1 international bestselling erotic Interracial/African-American TOKEN serial and her #1 bestselling Amazon Dark Fantasy novel, DEATH WHISPERS. Tamara writes a variety of dark fiction in the genres of erotica, fantasy, horror, romance, sci-fi and suspense. She lives in the midwest with her family and three, disrespectful dogs.

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